Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.

Women are the fulfilled sex. Through our children we are able to produce our own immortality, so we lack that divine restlessness which sends men charging off in pursuit of fortune or fame or an imagined Utopia. That is why we number so few geniuses among us. The wholesome oyster wears no pearl, the healthy whale no ambergris, and as long as we can keep on adding to the race, we harbor a sort of health within ourselves.

Of course we women gossip on occasion. But our appetite for it is not as avid as a man s. It is in the boys gyms, the college fraternity houses, the club locker rooms, the paneled offices of business that gossip reaches its luxuriant flower.

Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!

Meek-eyed parents hasten down the ramps To greet their offspring, terrible from camps.

Those wearing Tolerance for a label call other views intolerable.

suffering is as necessary to entertaining as vermouth is to a Martini - a small but vital ingredient.